In the Center of the Air That You Breathe
in the center of the air that you breathe
even though you are long gone
i push and pull and tug and shove until that feeling is perfect
i spray the ebony essence for the purpose of your liveliness
i spray the ebony essence for the saving grace of myself
in the center of the air that you breathe
even though the letter planted a stubborn elephant on my skull
i yell and scream and shout and exclaim your name until a forced makeshift echo
is present
it is then that you appear as if on cue with forgiveness in your eyes
i smile with this temporary relief on the edge of an odd sort of insanity
you walk slowly to me with your ample hips swaying with the booty speaking a
quiet language to me
it is then that i become externallized from myself and yearn to do things that
reawakens those senses overtaken by dust
i imagine you as the broom with pillow soft breasts sweeping me clean....off my
feet again....
i think i will let you pull down the shade now....
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